Week 3 Carla's Date: Orgy Part Two

Laura hadn't really been sure what to expect from an orgy, aside from lots of sex. She supposed there had been some vague idea that Carla would be directing the flow or something, but instead there had just been an almost random gathering of bodies not unlike the group sex she'd been having on her dates recently. Just on a larger scale.

She wasn't thinking about it all that coherently right now though. She was more focused on whether Candy's enthusiastic ministrations between her legs were causing more pleasure than Anna's molesting of her breasts. Normally that wouldn't be in question, but the musician's punch had made it so that every touch of the Hispanic woman's hands, every lick of her tongue and nibble of her teeth across the magically charged flesh of her breasts sparked ecstasy.

The redhead wasn't lying back out of exhaustion, in fact, her veins throbbed with power. Unknown to her, ribbons of fire flowed through her hair as she gasped in pleasure. Laura was pinned down by the tall form of her fiancée, Anna, who had used her transformation to expand to her current fullest at an I cup. She could feel their soft roundness pressing into her abdomen as the bronze-skinned woman worshiped her breasts.

Extending one wing, Laura used the supple scale-covered appendage to stroke Anna's back as the redhead slipped a hand between the giant's legs. Stroking the moist folds of her sex before slipping two digits inside while using her thumb to rub the hard nub of her clit. "That feels so strange." The giant complained from Laura's breast. Then, "I didn't say stop." as Laura briefly pulled the wing back.

Giggling came from between Laura's legs, followed by a gasp. Laura leaned up enough to make out Candy's golden mop above her sex as her oldest friend was currently eating her out. The redhead noted that one of Anna's long arms was stretched out, her hand cupping the blonde's pale ass. Doubtless, the source of the gasp as Anna teased her as well.

Laura tensed as the duo drove her to orgasm, coating Candy's face in her juices, then lay back bonelessly, luxuriating in the aftershocks as her fiancées kept working on her. She was determined to turn the tables on them, just as soon as she was done enjoying the moment.

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"This stuff is pretty great." Carla said while teasing one diamond hard nipple, sparks of pleasure racing to match what the redhead was doing between her thighs. "I take back everything bad I said about Sally."

Kim looked up, grinning, her face wet from the consequences of her actions. "I told you. Way less intense split up though, not that I'm complaining."

"Indeed. I think you deserve a reward." Kim raised an eyebrow as Carla got to her feet and started to sit up before a firm hand found her shoulder. "No, you stay just like that." The raven-haired singer chuckled as she walked off where Kim couldn't see her, staying on all fours instead. Wondering what her love could be up to.

Humming to herself, Carla looked over the strap-on she'd looked at earlier. Once upon a time, she'd have loved a more fleshy version splitting her open, back when she was still fucking men. With a twitch of newfound distaste, she banished the thought. This was for her wife. She shook her head as she stepped into the harness and began to tighten the straps. Less than a week they'd been married now, but she'd accepted that her best friend was now her partner for life. Kim didn't know what the show had taken from her, but Carla was determined to make it up to her. A bit of lube felt cool in her hand, but quickly warmed up as she stroked the purple beast. Shame you couldn't take any of the toys out of the room, much like the liquor from the bar, they just teleported back if you tried. The dildo bobbed about as she stalked back to her lover, the base rubbing against her clit in a delicious fashion. Back behind Kim, she spanked her ass, getting a shocked "Oi!" before she slipped her other hand, still wet and warm from the lube that smelled like cinnamon and was supposed to warm up without getting unpleasantly hot with friction, between the redhead's legs, teasing her folds. "Oh yeah, that's much better, keep that up."

"You're not fooling anyone, I know you enjoy getting spanked. Let's see if you enjoy this too." She began to run the head of the toy up and down along Kim's slit.

Kim whistled. "This is new." As the lube began to do its work, she moaned out a grunt. "Very new."

Tugging lightly on the bejeweled toy lodged in Kim's backside, Carla leaned forward to whisper. "You seemed really into getting penetrated with this toy, I thought you might like to try another."

"Oh yes Mistress, please Mistress." Carla slowly but surely entered Kim, causing the redhead to drop her upper body to the soft, fuzzy floor while keeping her hips high. Reaching from behind, the singer grasped Kim's breasts, smearing the warming lube over one hard nipple. "Oh fuck!" Kim came hard. Carla hadn't fucked her like this in years. This orgy was the best fucking idea ever!

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Stacy moaned as her tongue writhed over the big muscular woman's sex. The pleasant burning between her own legs a mirror to what she was doing for Susan. She wasn't paying enough attention to tell if their orgasms were also synced, but they'd both enjoyed many. Probably not actually, she figured, since her sister was doing things to her giant breasts as well. To be fair, rubbing her own breasts on the fuzzy floor while she ate out her sister's cowlike girlfriend was doing nice things for her too, thanks to the punch. She wasn't normally that big into nipple play, but this was growing on her.

"You're getting super into that!"

"Wah?!" Stacy pulled back in shock as her twin was suddenly in her face. "I thought you were playing with Susan's breasts." She glared at the other woman.

Tracy patted her belly. "I'm full, couldn't drink another drop. For now." The engineer waggled her teal brows at her sister.

"Pest! Is she asleep?" Susan was lying pretty still, now that Stacy wasn't working her slit.

"Just blissed out. You know her tits are super sensitive even without Sally's gift. Too bad I couldn't get word to her about catering this shindig. Some of her cake would have been a blast."

The pinkette pinched the bridge of her nose. "I don't even want to know."

"Your loss. You want to have some fun until she recovers? I asked her to bring her toy." Tracy gestured down, and Stacy noticed the ice blue feeldo was jutting out from the teal menace's sex.

"I don't want to get pregnant, idiot."

Tracy rolled her eyes. "I can't knock you up, it's just some harmless fun."

Suddenly, hands were ruffling their hair. "Play nice." Susan's words drifted down past her enormous tits.

Stacy glanced over at where Carla was railing Kim into the carpet, or whatever this furry shit was. "You know what, fine. But play with my breasts while you fuck me."

"Hell yeah!" Stacy's world went white with pleasure as a vibrating hand cupped one breast, the thumb seeking her nipple. She didn't even notice the ravenette get up in search of snacks. Then Tracy was filling her with the shockingly cold toy, and she blissed out herself.

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Misty gasped, covered in sweat, as she clung to Gabriella. Initially, she'd kept her hooded cloak on, trying to hide even as Penny swept past her defenses, but that hadn't lasted long. The orange-haired woman was a machine as she delved into Misty's sex with tongue and fingers. She immediately felt bad for thinking so, as the Huntress was literally a machine, but it was hard to think anything else with the enthusiasm that she engaged in 'hand to hand.' It was frankly amazing that she was so skilled, when according to her, she'd never had sex before in her life before Tracy got her hands on her. She had obviously soaked up information on the subject like a sponge from the catgirl though. "Penny, I need a break." She managed to gasp out.

"Am I not doing a good job?" Piercing green eyes sought Misty's silver ones.

"You are amazing, Penny, but after a certain point, too much pleasure can become painful."

The Huntress nodded at that information. Susan had never complained to Tracy, but then her engineer must know her limits and when to call things off. Evelyn had also seemed quite insatiable their night in the shower together, but had eventually passed out, come to think of it. She'd have to be more careful about such things. She looked to the black-haired woman who held Misty in her arms. "Perhaps you would care for some hand-to-hand now?"

Gabriella smiled at the orange-haired woman. Somehow so innocent despite the debauchery. "Perhaps in a minute dear, I would like to try something first if you don't mind?" Penny grinned, nodding. She loved experiments!

She was supposed to be able to do more with her ability since the upgrade, but she really hadn't tried. This seemed like a good opportunity. With one hand on Misty's shoulder, Gabriella tried not to suppress the pleasure she was feeling, but to extend it. She placed her other hand on Penny as the robotic woman scooted closer and felt warmth spread through her as she tried to bridge the gap. "Oh! Wow!" Pleasure crashed through the Huntress as Misty's feelings were shared with her.

"Wow indeed dear." Gabriella's cheeks were flushed as she felt it too. She wondered if she could intensify feelings as well now...

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Shar felt a surge of panic from her assistant and kissed her lover before pulling back. "One moment, something just happened with Evelyn."

Nimue shrugged and laced her fingers behind her head as she lay back on the sinfully soft pillow of Shar's bed.

After a moment Shar sighed, shaking her head. "Nothing serious. A letter someone sent me exploded. Made quite the mess apparently, though she says the letter itself that came with the bomb is still legible."

The blue-skinned woman laughed and pulled her redheaded love back down atop her. "Who is trying to kill you this week then?"

"My bet is on Ora's Producer's stodge. I seem to have really quite upset her recently. I should send Ora more blow pops."

"You spoil that child."

Shar smiled wide, fangs glinting in the bedroom light. "That is the point, of course. Now, where were we?"

Nimue's musical laughter was answer enough.